He sank to his knees, pushing my legs apart to settle between them, my thighs bracketing his torso. “I’d do anything for you,” he told me. “Awkward conversations are the least of it.”
I believed him too. He’d proven that again and again. From the moment we met, our lives had been in upheaval. It’s like Zack rooted himself inside me just to bring ustogether, to force this inevitability. And that’s how it seemed — inevitable.
“I love you,” I said then, cupping Harry’s cheeks and bringing him in for a sweet kiss.
As ever, his body responded with an urgency, and his fingers began to drift over me, stroking any bare skin he could find.
My belly clenched when he skirted over my covered tits, and he groaned when he found stiff nipples.
“God, I want to fuck you,” he muttered against my lips. These days, it always had to be hard and fast, snatched moments between routine. Speedy shower blowjobs or pussy eating that was often interrupted.
But I needed him too. “Sit down,” I demanded, shuffling to stand so he could take my place.
He watched me with a wide-open grin as I made quick work of his pants, shucking them off and flinging them behind me. I wore a dress, so slid out of my underwear with ease and kicked them to the side.
Harry was already hard, holding his straining cock up for me. I observed him for a moment as he worked himself, running one of his big hands up and down his shaft, his balls bobbed, and I just had to taste.
He was surprised when I landed on my knees and spat on his cock, but he didn’t stop jacking off, instead used mysaliva for an easier ride. I sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time, licking and rolling them over my tongue while he suppressed a loud groan.
We’d got good at being quiet.
I chuckled to myself when he released a moan then swore as I grazed my teeth gently over the loose skin of his sack.
“Holy shit, Zora,” he whimpered. “I need you sitting on my cock right the fuck now.”
“Mm,” I said, still playing with his balls, flicking my tongue over the seam, enjoying how they bounced in my face when he fucked his fist. “I quite like it down here.”
“Now, Zora.” He was more demanding this time, and leaned forward to scoop me up and plonk me onto his lap. My thighs fell on either side of his, and my pussy sat on the length of his cock, the tip pressing at my clit.
I ran myself up and down it, enjoying the way his shaft felt tunneling through my labia, thumping against my clit. “Jesus,” I whined.
“Let me get inside you now,” he begged, his muscles all tense, his jaw feathering as he worked to hold himself back.
I freed my tits from my nursing bra and lifted my legs, sinking down on him, moaning when he began to stretch me, fill me all the way up. It had been so damn long since we’d been able to have full sex, since I’d had his cock deepinside me. We both let out quiet groans when he was fully seated inside me, and for a moment we just enjoyed it. My body ran shivers up and down my spine, and I leaned down to kiss him.
As I began to bounce my hips, he cupped my ass, encouraging the speed. We didn’t have long, and we needed this. Before we knew anything about each other, we were good at sex. We were connected and in sync. That hadn’t changed.
“Oh, shit,” Harry moaned, leaning himself back a little to look down. My tits had begun to leak, a steady stream of milk dripping onto his chest. “Can I?” he asked, running his fingers through the puddles on his stomach.
“God, please,” I whimpered, and he surged up, latching on. When I asked the doctor about it, she said my body would keep up with demand, but to hold off at first, so we hadn’t done this much either. Just the occasional suck or lick here and there.
Harry pulled my entire nipple into his mouth, his lips working, his tongue massaging the underside as streams of milk poured onto his tongue, he gulped it all down, still fucking up into me, drawing such a deep pleasure from my body I almost couldn’t contain myself.
My other tit leaked in earnest, soaking into his hair so that he had to keep swapping between them, keeping up with their flow.
“This is fucking delicious,” he groaned. “A dream come fucking true. There’s so much more now.”
With my tits in his face, he was free to touch me elsewhere, and his fingers found my clit, rubbing rough circles as I fucked him and he sucked me.
When I felt the first ebb of my orgasm, I didn’t try to hold off. Quick and dirty was the name of the game here. “Harry, I’m close,” I told him.
“Oh god, me too…” he said before diving back into my tits, drowning himself in my milk, letting it spill over his face, down his neck and onto his body. I braced myself on his shoulders and slammed my hips down, everything beginning to peak.
I came with an unmanageable shout, pleasure making my skin tingle, my vision darken, my heart patter fast. With my body lax, Harry took over, fucking up into me a few more times before coming too, flooding me with his cum, his pulsing cock filling my pussy up.
Then we collapsed. My head fell onto his shoulder, his arms wrapped around my back, and we just sat there, sticky, sweaty, breathing heavy, enjoying still being connected, a quiet moment just for us.
“Goddamn woman, I love you,” he whispered, stroking my spine.
